by Emma Luna
Distracted by the moment that I was happily sharing with Chance, one of my favourite noises in the world distracts me from looking at Chance’s admittedly very sexy body. Following the sound, I see that Ollie has made it to Chance's side, holding the familiar metal bucket. The sound of scurrying, clawing, and squeaking is coming from inside the bucket as my babies prepare for the excitement ahead.
Chance realises that my attention is no longer on him and he turns to look at what it is that has me engrossed. The moment he hears the sounds, sees the empty cages, and works out that there are ten rats in the bucket Ollie is holding, is evident by his eyes becoming wide and alert. His cock softens slightly to half mass, which is still quite impressive, and he is no longer consumed by my body and thoughts of sex. Instead, he is full of fear and apprehension. What he doesn’t realise is that it doesn’t matter to me because I get off on this just as much, if not more.
“What the fuck are you doing with the rats?” Chance shouts, but his voice catches as he does, once more showing his fear. He looks over at me and sees the look of sheer joy on my face and that does nothing to quell his fear, nor explain his predicament. He looks over at Ollie and his face, as always, features a range of emotions. At first glance, you see the sneer on his face, his dislike over this other male being added into our family time. This is what I taught him and what I would expect to see. I made him idolise me and the jealousy he feels at knowing Chance touched me is what is fueling him to suppress his natural instincts right now. He genuinely believes he is doing the right thing because he wants to make me happy. It took me a long time and many sessions of hypnotherapy and suggestive cognitive therapy to get to this stage, but for many months now, Ollie has been by my side, doing whatever it takes to make me happy.
Whilst I expect to see the sneer on Ollie’s face, he also wears a multitude of other emotions I am less pleased to see. He looks confused, anxious, and generally quite sad. When I look into his eyes, just for a fraction of a second, I see the lost little boy I met months ago. He looks disgusted at the idea of what is about to happen and normally when I see this in one of my boys, it's an indicator that the time has come for us to part ways. Yet the thought of that hurts more than the idea that Ollie is thinking that what is about to happen is something wrong. Stupidly, I think there is a part of me, maybe the lost little girl that I suppressed years ago, who recognises something in Ollie. They matched and their souls called to each other. I thought that Ollie loved our family as much as I do and only wanted the best for them, no matter what. That small part of me that just died that little bit more actually hoped we didn’t have to find any more replacement boys because he would stand with us forever. I thought our family was finally complete. Looks like I was wrong. I squash down the fragile side of me that should never have been allowed out, even for a moment. Putting my mask back into place and trying not to think about what this revelation will mean for the future, I turn back to the sight before me and put it out of my mind.
“You are going to provide my rats with the greatest gift. They will be well and truly pampered and treated after this evening is through and that is all thanks to you. My rats are my babies and I love to provide for them, give them everything they could ever want. I was deprived severely as a child and I don’t ever want them to feel like that. So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for this gift,” I say from my position on the bed. I genuinely mean what I say and put as much heart and soul into it as possible so he knows it. The feeling of joy at being able to look after my babies in a way that I never had is amazing and I can’t resist returning my finger back to my folds and lazily dragging it through. Chance looks incredibly confused by my statement and somewhat reluctantly he looks over at Ollie instead.
“What is that crazy bitch talking about?” Chance shouts and anger flashes across Ollie’s beautiful face. I guess his feelings of protectiveness over me are still strong, which is good. He taunts Chance as he leans over him, deliberately moving the bucket closer to Chance’s ear so he can hear the scurrying even louder and I see that despite being firmly strapped down, he tries to shuffle away from the noise. This causes Ollie to give a vicious little chuckle, which makes me smile. That’s my Ollie.
“What that beautiful Goddess is saying is, in a minute, I am going to place this bucket upside down onto that well earned six pack of yours. All ten rats, plus Reggie when I add him in, will be sitting on your abdomen. I will then strap the bucket down so that it cannot move,” Ollie recites like a well practiced speech. Hearing him call me a beautiful Goddess as he looks at me with awe makes me feel so special. I can’t help the way my body responds. My finger becomes less lazy and more focused on its goal as I intentionally spread the moisture through my folds to my clit. Whilst circling my clit, I torture myself with the promise of more, the promise of Ollie. Neither he nor Chance notice the fire that’s been lit within my body because they are still focused on each other and Ollie’s explanation.
“You see the rim on the bottom of the bucket? It is about two inches deep. This is an unusual design for a bucket, don’t you think?” Ollie asks and Chance looks completely lost.
“Do I look like the type of guy who knows fuck all about bucket designs?” Chance spits back nervously. Ollie ignores his outburst and continues as though he never even spoke.
“The whole point of the lip is so that when the bucket is firmly secured on top of you, then I can place the hot coals that I have been heating up on top of it. This will then heat the bucket slowly. Not enough to cause you any real harm, but it might feel a little hot against your skin. Do you-” Before Ollie is able to finish his sentence, Chance interrupts.
“Why? What about the rats? She said they are her family, so why would she hurt them?” he pleads, but Ollie is no longer showing any signs of weakness or forgiveness. He is all business right now.
“Oh, don’t worry about them. You see, rats are incredibly resilient creatures. They are programmed to survive, no matter what. They will always find the exit. So as soon as they start to feel the heat from the bucket surrounding them, their instinct will be to find the best route out. This is when they will realise that the only way out is through you. Using their sharp teeth and claws, they will gnaw at you and rip away at your flesh, eating their fill until they can find their exit. They will ravage your body, each scurrying in a different direction to see who can find their exit first. Not only will your body provide them with great nutritional value, your bones and cartilage will help to strengthen and sharpen their claws and teeth. You will also be providing them with mental stimulation and entertainment as they work together to find the best way out. You are almost like their version of an escape room,” Ollie chuckles at the end. Chance is shocked and if it's possible, his complexion has paled to the point, he almost resembles a ghost.
“But… but… you can’t. I - I don’t want to die,” Chance stutters, his voice barely audible and raspy. Tears now flow freely down his cheeks and he begins trying to strain against the restraints.
“You have to help me. Kill me now please. I can’t die like that. It will be torture.” Chance is pleading with Ollie, but it’s pointless. Ollie's eyes are vacant and expressionless.
“We don’t call it rat torture. You are giving my babies a gift, enjoy it.” I step in when it looks like Ollie isn’t going to say any more. Chance realises there is no way out for him and his body activates the usual fight or flight response. He starts to panic, desperate to escape. Yet, with no way out, he opts for the only thing left to do; he screams. The noise he makes as he begs for his life and begs for freedom is like music to my ears and I press harder on my clit, his pain giving me pleasure. We have reached the point in the play where it’s time to start the final scene and I give my signal to Ollie indicating as such. He smiles and leans down to whisper in Chance’s ear. I always tell him not to do this, yet he does it anyway. It’s his way of proving dominance over the man we bring into our family play time. He thinks I don’t know what he says but I d
o and it completely goes against everything that this night is about. Normally, with any other boy, I wouldn’t tolerate this kind of insubordination and derogatory remark, but with Ollie, it’s different. He seems to be able to get away with murder.
There’s a look on Ollie’s face now that’s difficult to read. It’s not the Ollie I created, the one I adapted until he could see the importance of our family time. But he also is not the Ollie I met when he first came to my office. This is different. Yet I still know exactly what he’s whispering in Chance’s ear right now.
“Let the rat torture commence.”
Eight
Ollie
“I’m so sorry. This will be torture for you and you don’t deserve it. Please know that if I could get you out of here I would. I can’t even save myself, let alone you. Please forgive me,” I whisper gently into Chance’s ear and it feels so wrong, like there is a hole in the pit of my stomach. Every part of my body feels conflicted. I know that to them right now, I look like a willing participant in this fuck show, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. I never wanted any part in this type of lifestyle. All I have ever wanted is to be with Piper, but she comes with a price and this is always the moment when I realise the price I have to pay is too high. Yet, in just a matter of seconds, that thought is thrown out of my mind because I hear her moan. It’s the same intoxicating sound that calls to me like a siren's song and makes me forget all about the doubts I have.
Looking over at the beautiful Goddess as she lay on the bed with her legs parted wide, just for me, to show me how excited this is making her. From the moment I picked up the bucket and filled it with the rats, it’s like she knew. They call out to her in the same way that she calls out to me. Her moisture glistens on the tips of her fingers, I can see it all the way from here. This is the part she loves the most and there’s a part of me that has to speed this up so I can get it done and go over to her. I’m not allowed to touch her beautiful body until just the right moment and the desperate desire for that moment to come a little quicker plays heavy on my heart. I only get to have Piper when the guy lying in front of me is fully strapped in and the pain has commenced. It’s almost like Piper rewards me with pleasure for causing these guys pain and I have to be honest and say there is a very large part of me that doesn’t give a shit. Piper is my whole world, but she is also my drug. I crave her and she knows it. She only ever gives me access to her body when it suits her and the rest of the time, she torments me with it. I am so fucking in love with her that I would be fucking her any time and any where, and she knows it. The part of me that knows this is wrong, that wants to get away, also knows that Piper is manipulative and that her behaviour towards me can’t really be love. The only problem is that section is so minute, it grows smaller with every evil thing I do, or every touch Piper bestows on me. I know she is gradually getting rid of my humanity and conditioning me to believe that what I’m doing is right, the way that she genuinely believes it is. I’m not sure I will ever be as fanatical about believing that we are doing the right thing for the rats, that we are providing for them. Honestly, they’re Piper’s babies. I just tolerate them because I would do anything for her. Something I’m about to prove yet again as another portion of my already dwindling soul gets chipped away.
My eyes are glued to Piper, trying to watch as much of her gorgeous body as my eyes will allow. Trying to follow the trail one hand takes over her breast before landing on the nipple that she gently squeezes and rolls around between her thumb and finger. Alternating between that and her other hand that is nestled between her thighs, gently stroking a finger along the length of her glistening slit, before returning to her clit to press harder and show it special attention. Whilst trying to watch both of these, it’s also impossible not to be drawn to her beautiful, round, angelic face. The way her vibrant, almost magical looking violet eyes shine in the light of the room draws you in, but it’s the sexy pull of her mouth that really has my cock twitching. She grips onto her lower lip with her teeth in anticipation of what’s to come when she knows her fingers are travelling to their final destination. When they connect with the target, her mouth pops open into a beautiful ‘O’ shape to allow for her moan to spill out and fill the room. It’s impossible for me to not be ensnared by this woman. Any man with a brain and a cock would follow her, but she chose me. That realisation is what keeps me going and makes me happy every day.
I am so focused on her body, it’s impossible for me to miss her little nod, her signal it’s time to move things to the next level. With expert precision, I bring the now empty bucket back over to the table. It was all for show earlier, just to show him that the rats do all fit inside and to highlight exactly what will happen. Piper loves the theatrics. I flip the empty bucket over and I can hear the naive sigh as Chance realises that the rats aren’t in the bucket. His relief is premature. Once the bucket is firmly secure, I open the little hatch on the top of the bucket and give Piper a little smile so she thinks I am happy doing this.
Collecting the rat cage from its place at the side of the room and putting on my secure glove, I open the top of the cage and reach in to grab one of the rats. Piper has names for them all and can tell them all apart. She tells me they all have different personalities and quirks to their characters, but I don’t see it. I just see the colour of their fur and right now, I am holding a gray rat that looks like at least three others. They are also hungry right now and not in any mood to be handled, which is why I am very careful to grab it by the tail so its mouth is as far away from my fingers as possible. When I lift him up, the responding hiss and body shake, desperate for freedom, is menacing. Chance sees everything and the unlucky fucker appears to be holding his breath while he waits to see what I’m going to do with him. Although, the scene before him really does speak for itself.
Not wanting to draw this, or the part I play in this hideous torture, out, I quickly drop the rat through the hole. I do the same with the other nine in this cage, before finally adding Reggie to the mix. When they are all safely inside the bucket, I close the flap and secure it with the clasp. The rats sense danger and you can hear they are trying to claw their way out, to climb up the bucket, but there is nothing for them to get their teeth or claws into. The danger they sense causes them to move quicker, which results in more squeaking, scratching, and clawing sounds coming from the bucket. Their noise fills the room. Piper hears it and answers with an erotic groan that has my already hard cock straining hard against the jeans I am wearing. It has the opposite effect for Chance, who begins screaming and begging for his life. This is the stage where it's better for me to just get on with things, they will be drawn out long enough for him. With an extraordinary amount of practice, I attempt to close myself off from the screams. Each time, it becomes harder to do. I work quickly and just try to isolate the sounds coming from Piper only, but for some reason, even that feels tainted this time.
I work quickly to double check the bucket is securely against Chance’s abdomen and there’s absolutely nowhere for the rats to escape to, and there are no air pockets to help lower the temperature. The bucket is flat against his skin and is so tight, he will definitely have a ring mark from where the bucket has been. I almost laugh at that thought because he’s about to have a lot more problems than a ring mark. His shouts, by now, have escalated and he’s still trying, even though it’s futile, to escape. At this point, I know the rats will not necessarily be biting him with the intention of eating their way through him, but they will be scratching him with their claws, or nipping at his skin to find out what type of surface area they are on. One rat doing this to you probably wouldn’t cause you any pain, but there are eleven rats in a small confined space, who are all starting to panic at the loss of freedom. This is evident in the screams that Chance expels from his body. They’re now frantic and desperate. Tears are flowing down his face and mixing with snot from his nose, making him look a mess. I look over at Piper for the final command.
Her hair has
that sexy bed head look and the glowing blonde locks fall over her shoulders, almost covering her breasts. I notice the finger, which was once just concentrating on spreading the moisture around her slit, is now dipping slightly into her entrance, causing her to cry out more. My feet struggle to remain routed to the spot, and are instead itching to move forward and touch my Piper. But I know better than to disobey her. So, I wait. Finally, when her finger is even wetter, she pulls it out of her glistening cunt and moves it back to her clit, at the same time, she gives me my final signal.
Eagerly, probably more than I should have been given what would inevitably occur as a result of my actions, I rush towards the warming station in the corner. We have everything we need to get this place functioning and we have finally gotten this down to a well oiled routine. To Piper, this is the ultimate gift, not just for her rats, but also for me. While she gives love to her rats through the sacrifice of some guy she found, she gifts me with her body. A prize that for a very long time was more than enough, but now, I’m not so sure.
With each hot coal I place onto the carefully designed bucket, I can hear the painful squeals of the rats as they realise the danger they are in. Their scurrying and scratching is audible as they desperately try to get themselves free from the horrendous predicament they find themselves in. No matter how perceptive rats are and how much of a skill they have for keeping themselves alive, there's absolutely no way they aren’t fearing for their lives at the moment. I actually asked Piper this the first time she showed me the ropes and I can still feel the sting across my cheek from how hard she slapped me. The idea that she would ever put her family in danger or cause them any pain is something that is deplorable to her. Even if, by some miracle, the rats have no idea of the danger they’re in, the same can’t be said for Chance.
